Craig Xen - MARTYR lyrics

Last month I was sleeping on
That dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and
They sending me clothes aye, say wassup, aye
Say wassup, aye say wassup, aye, aye, aye

Last month I was sleeping on
That dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and
They sending me clothes
I don't know, no nigga shit bitch
(don't say, don't say)
Ain't no handouts came in or out of this
(ok, ok)

I'm hustling, hustling for my seat
See it's way deeper than what you
See when you meet me
But your mind was too feeble to read
Follow my lead and believe
I risked my life to succeed
Sacrificed mine for Chloe's
I'm just a fuck up at least
I could blow up so she eats
Better, and sleeps better at night
Xen ready to die
You feel the pain when I write
You feel the pain when I reign
Over y'all niggas and I embarrass them
Cherishing every day
Wake up and I get to praying
Without them I wouldn't wake
So let them know that I'm thankful
Gamd the angels must be strapped up
And riding for Lil Xen
'Cause all of my other family is dead
Or in and out the pen, ay

Sleeping on that dirty ass floor
In South Central now I'm doing shows and
They sending me clothes, ay
I don't know, no nigga shit bitch
Ain't no handouts came in or out of this

Sleeping on that dirty ass floor
In South Central now I'm doing shows and
They sending me clothes, aye
Shout out to my young nigga Brady, ay
Say wassup
'cause you fuck niggas can't fuck with me aye
Dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and
They sending me clothes, aye
Shout out to my young nigga Brady
Aye, without him I would been in prison